"He got off the stage down by the postoffice, just when I was coming up here."
"Was he alone?"
"The other fellow wasn't with him, if that's what you mean?"
"Yes." Tad went over in his mind the conversation the man Lasar had held with his companion, in which the pair were plotting against some one by the name of Marquand.
"Oh, well, Chunky, it's none of our concern. I think we must have magnified the incident. I—"
"He'll bear watching, Tad. He will and it's muh— muh—you understand who's going to do it," declared Chunky, swelling out his chest and tapping it with his right fist.
"All right, go ahead," laughed Tad. "It's time some of us get into more trouble. The Professor will begin to think we've got a fever, or something, if we let two days in succession pass without stirring up something."
"I've got an idea," exploded Stacy.
"There you go. It's coming now."
"I'll go tell the policeman."